Pre race chilling.

It’s 6am and I’m removing my newly purchased visor (I’m trying to blend in) and standing in silence as they belt out the national anthem to 2000 crazies gearing up to run 26.2 miles. Patriotism over, the commentator shouts GO! (where’s the gun dude?) and I jog over the start line and focus on… umm… focussing. To my left there’s a three-wheeled bicycle rolling down the street with the sign “no guts no glory” hanging from the back of it whilst to my right Elvis Presley trots along with one hand pushing a three-wheeled contraption booming Hound Dog out of it while the other holds a can of bud lite. Oh yeah, I’m in the USA.

To be precise I’m in Huntington Beach, a beautiful place in Orange County, California to compete in the Surf City USA Marathon.

Oceanfront marathon! What’s not to love?!

And so as beer drinking Elvis jogs off into the distance (seriously?) I find the…